Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Sinful Rewards 11 Tour & Giveaway with Cynthia Sax

Sinful
Rewards 11A Billionaires and Bikers
Novella

By: Cynthia Sax

Releasing May 12, 2015

Avon Red Impulse

Blurb

Bee
Carter has been invited to one of Chicago's most glamorous charity balls.
Attending this high-society event will be a dream come true, giving her the
sense of belonging she's always craved and memories she could never duplicate.

But
it will also test her relationship. Because her date won't be the man she
believes she loves. Instead, she'll be arriving on the tuxedo-clad arm of his rival,
a man who has never stopped wanting her, desiring her touch, her kisses, and
her passion.

How
much will Bee risk to make a dream come true? Will her newfound love withstand
the temptation of another, a man willing to do anything to claim her?

Cynthia Sax lives in
a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say,
"I love you," they will do anything for the women they adore. They
live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever. Cynthia
has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself
up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together,
meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as
Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

A
floorboard creaks as Hawke approaches the bed, and my anticipation spirals
upward. I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of leather, engine grease, and
man, my man. He hasn’t disguised his unique aroma today. He’s aware that he’s
my fantasy, that I don’t want to have sex with anyone else.

Knowing
my protective former marine, every member of our audience today can be trusted
with my reputation, with my good-girl image, my life. This frees my inner
pervert. I wave my ass in the air, enticing Hawke closer, wanting him to touch
and taste my bare skin.

“Behave,”
he rumbles, his voice dark and dominant.

“Make
me.” I defiantly wiggle, taunting him. A gentle encounter won’t dissipate the
tension inside me. I need the forceful handling only he can give me.

A
coarse, calloused palm lands hard on my ass and I yelp, shocked, surprised,
turned on. My pussy clenches around nothing. Heat radiates from the point of
contact, warming me all over.

I
look over my left shoulder. He’s naked. Tanned skin pulls over rippling muscle,
the surface decorated by black ink and silver scars. He’s erect. His cock juts
proudly from a base of thick brown hair. And he’s smiling, the damn man’s lips
hitched into that lopsided grin I can’t resist.

“You’re
a good girl,” Hawke says loudly, playing to our audience. “But even good girls
act out.” He rubs the red mark he left on my skin, spreading the delightful
pain over my body, and I moan, melting under his fingertips. He chuckles. “You
like it rough.”

I
push my curves into his big hands, unable to deny his claim because I do like
it rough . . . within limits. Whips and chains don’t turn me on. I prefer skin
on skin, a sensual bruising, the occasional love bite, the ache of a body well
used by a lover.

Hawke
laughs, his abs undulating, his cock bobbing. “You’re a terrible liar,
sweetheart.” He palms my mons and I inhale sharply. “You’d agree because you
trust me.” He increases the pressure on my clit and I see stars, the pleasure
exquisite. “And because you love me.”